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Fratboy High Rollers

by Billy Jay

Man Meets His Man

"Gotta tell you somethin' you already know." "Yeah, what's that?" "You've been checkin' me out." "Yeah, you like that?" "Yeah--yes I do. But it drives me nuts not doin' somethin' about it. The other guys went up to Newgate and won't be back ‘til tomorrow. Like to see what I really look like?" "I'm game. But tell ya what--we both make an entrance to the room and come in on the count of three ta do whatever we want. Only thing is that the mask has got to be off. You gotta do what you really wanna do." "Cool idea. Let's get on it. You go there and I'll go here. You count off." Behind the door Michael pops the top button on his 50ls and shreds the old white tee he's wearing so that his chiseled abs show nice above the bulge at his hot crotch. Tim pops a sweat. He doesn't believe this is happening, except his cock is straining to get going. His heart is pounding, but he just does it, he turns around and starts counting slowly. "One!" (He grabs that hard cock of his in his gray sweats.) "Two!!!" (God, what'll I do?) "Three!!!" The two doors open and two 20 year old frat boys, both closet queens, come out to meet each other to do whatever their queer hearts want to do. Tim steps out, and catching sight of Michael, the rough dude,,lookin' hot in jeans and ripped tee, was too much for him--he just leaned back against the doorframe and struck a pose, thrusting his thumbs into the sweats, lowering them to the place where, if he went a hair further, his cock would pop out. In a pseudo-cowboy stance he went passive. With no shirt his nipples showed hard as his cock. There was no mistaking where he was at. Michael just took three strides and grabbed Tim, forcing his hands into those sweats and around Tim's hot-for-action bubble butt. As he felt Tim's firm ass he pressed for a French kiss, causing Tim's knees to buckle from the feeling of being taken in such strong hands and sucked by such a strong mouth. Tim took the kiss. What could he do? This kiss was the kind that eats you up, that doesn't invite participation. This is the kiss of someone who will fuck you up the ass; it is hot, aggressive, in complete control. Tim's hands danced up and down Michael's back and tried in vain to reach his cock but, except for the fact that he wanted this to happen and had asked for it in every way he could show it, this could be a rape. Now running his fingertips through Michael's blonde-tipped short brown hair he managed to break from the kiss to say the words Michael wanted to hear: "Fuck me. Fuck me, Mike!" And hearing those words Michael ground his hips into Tim in a completely unsatisfying way--his jeans and thong were blocking the sensation his cock needed so bad. "Strip down these jeans, bitch." As Tim did as he was told, Michael showed that he was more than the master, he had a heart that wanted to do pleasuring things to Tim and as Tim labored to strip him, he bent over touching Tim in a tender and very sexy way. Yeah, he was gonna fuck Tim hard, but it was also going to be a good trip for both of them. But even with a tender heart, what Michael heard from his mouth was "Come on, come on, you're taking too much time with this shit. My cock needs action now!" "You bastard!! I may be your bitch, but you do what I want and I want you to suck my cock--cocksucker!!" "OK--OK, man! OK, BITCH, you get what you want." With this Michael rolls down those sweats over Tim's seven inches of skinny hard cock. The sweats are discarded and as he got down on his knees he looked up showing Tim his eyes all full of a playful devil who could give and take, both. Taking Tim's cock in hand he let his other hand grab hold of his balls, rolling them like dice. "Boxcars!!" Tim's eyes rolled up and Mike still hadn't given him the best part, his full wet lips pursed to go down on the hard cock. Like a pro, Michael grabbed Tim's hips with both hands and slipped those warm lips of his over Tim's uncut cock head, giving about five or six extra special introductory sucks that must have worked their magic 'cause all that you could hear was, "Ohhhhhhhhh. Ohhhh...ohh. Yea...esss MAN!!" Michael then really got into it. It was like his own cock was being sucked. He liked to do tongue work, eating precum as his prize. The rhythm got going as he went ever deeper and deeper on his tool. School chimes were gonna sound pretty soon and Mike broke stride only to ask quickly, "Ya wanna come now or when I fuck ya?" Tim's answer was in bucking hips and in taking hold of Mike's head to pull him to his first gag on Tim's cock. He was so hot to come he was seeing liquid white light. This blowjob had to go to cream. No stopping his sperm jet was possible and Mike's eyes went as wide as Tim's as he felt the thunder. The bolt of lightning that threw Tim's first licks of cum into Mike’s dude mouth wrenched him and Mike took it like a man with Tim bucking and going "Ugh-Huh!!" as he creamed so nice. And nice was the name of his ass. Now that he had cum, Tim realized that what he was in for was something that scared him--he didn't want it anymore. But the rules of the game required that he give it up. But then, knowing what was in Tim, knowing what giving up your load will do once you've got yours, Mike began to go to work on Tim so that he'd have a full partner. Fuck, his balls were aching and he didn't want a blowjob. For him fucking was the thing. Mike stood up and kissed Tim in a mutual kiss this time, saying "Thank you man, you're good." The kisses rekindled the desire to know Mike's shaft--to have it deep in him. "I got a condom and lube in my jeans. Are you OK? Scared?" Lying the way a decent guy will lie, Tim said, "No, why should I be scared? I want it. Give it to me--fuck me hard, man." Mike had him lay down on the bed and bit on Tim's nipples so that they became hard again and with that his cock stiffened to fuck-partner hardness. Seeing a guy put on a condom made him harder still. Now his heart was beating tom-toms again and judging from Mike's heavy breathing, things were gonna go down OK. Mike’s eyes had an overwhelming intensity in them as he looked into Tim's eyes, which invited his horniness. With Mike's hand all lubed, Tim began to get finger fucked and opened up very gradually. Mike's cool hand between his ass-cheeks was a trip and being probed was no problem. Mike would lay a kiss on his abs and touch him with his free hand so as to keep his lover happy. He knew that he'd get in without any pain, but getting fucked is something that happens in the head as well as in the ass filled with rock hard cock. "Tell me you want it again." "Hey, you're the MAN, I wanna get fucked by the MAN. Fuck me, fuck me now!!" Mike's rock hard member, the prize of his family, slowly entered Tim still pretty tight hole. And just like it can happen, there was no crazy out of the head pain. Loving, tender, confident entry into a well-loosened hole is the trick. But now the heavy part comes: The feeling of another man filling you. You have to want it for the sex to work. And Tim wanted it. He liked Mike's rock hard cock in him. Mike was getting off, and so was Tim, his legs on Mike's shoulders. Creaming land in fuck hole land. Rocking his man, Mike worked himself and his mate into something frothy with wild spikes of pleasure. Mike's dominance made it work. He was getting his rocks off on Tim, a high roller, a natural bottom and moaning fuck-mate. Tim came again as Mike exploded everything he had in him into the guts of the guy who was, just an hour ago, playing a little gay game of hide and seek. Hide, open yourself and be found. The stakes are high, but you gotta play. jimhart42@aol.com

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